Brooklyn Saunders is in a bar when four men walk into said bar. She’s at a romance book signing. Not a sweet, wholesome romance book signing. No, these authors wrote over-the-top alpha men who took charge in the bedroom, knew their way around a woman’s lady parts, were protective, bossy, but still sweet and respectful. In other words—totally fictional, not real, made up to give women something good to get immersed in.
Her day had been spent swooning. Models, authors, readers. Great day.
She narrated them but also worked in Letty’s book store aptly named, Smutties, solely dedicated to all things romance. Mostly she carried independent authors but in the last year, some of the big publishers had taken notice and wanted their books in Smutties. Brooklyn had a small recording studio in the back to help her in the store and record when not needed. At a glance she thinks they’re military.
Lust drunk and willing to sell her soul to the devil to spend one night with a man she’d never see again.
He met and exceeded all of her expectations.
In the morning when he kissed her goodbye she had a difficult time reminding her heart they couldn’t keep him. She struggled not to ask him for a name. She fought back the temptation to ask for another night—or a week—or forever.
She embraced him and told him she’d never forget a single second of their night together. He gave her a soft, slow sweet kiss that made her heart melt and cemented her decision never to see him again.
She believed in love at first sight and she knew soul mates existed. One more night with this man and she’d be consumed from lust to love. They’d had mind-blowing sex, and they’d connected.
“Ocean blue,” he murmured and brushed his lips over my cheek.
I didn’t know what he was talking about and I didn’t ask.”
She felt no shame walking out of his hotel room.
No guilt taking what she wanted and living out her wildest dreams.
No remorse.
And she didn’t lie—she never forgot a single second. Not one. Every day she was reminded she’d had the best night of my life with a stranger.
But she did have one regret—she should’ve asked him his name.
Fast forward five years later, an organisation called Takeback, specialising in human trafficking rescue efforts to assist federal and law enforcement with executing rescue operations—mostly the US Marshals—are on a recovery mission.
Rhode Daly remembers eyes so blue they looked like the Caribbean Sea. Big, blue, expressive eyes that held so much happiness and excitement they were intoxicating.
The kind of eyes you could get lost in. The kind that held you captive. The kind that made you smile just by looking into them.
Brooklyn became pregnant without any way to contact Rhode. She’s with the Welsh’s hoping it’s Letty’s embittered thirty year-old sister Kiki, instead as the Takeback team are caught up in a human trafficking rescue effort, Brooklyn and Rhode’s eyes meet.
One of the rescued Kiki’s friend Desi Cunns plays a pivotal role, having lied misrepresenting herself to the police by claiming to be Kiki. Michael and Tallulah Welsh were the best people—once the shock had worn off, they’d forgiven her.
Letty Welsh is her best friend, the sister of her heart, the person who knows her better than anyone else, the best auntie to her son, Remington.
Tallulah and Michael weren’t second best. They were the best. All of her memories were bittersweet. Her childhood spent with her parents and the Welshes. After her parents were gone, all the great experiences still involved Tally and Michael; it was just that her parents were absent.
“You’re the best person I know, you were missing your best friend but you still took care of me. I’m so sorry I needed you so much. I was so lost I couldn’t see how much pain you were in.”
“Brooklyn Tallulah Saunders, you listen to me and listen good, child. Losing your mom the way we did broke me. She was everything to me. More than my best friend, she was my soul sister. I will miss her for the rest of my life. But you coming to live with us filled a hole in me that was so deep I never thought it would be possible to stop the pain. I lost your momma but I got you. And you filled that hole for Michael too. Ronny was to Michael what your momma was to me. And you, my sweet girl, are the very best parts of Diane and Ronny. We needed you more than you needed us. So don’t you ever apologize to me again. You’ve got nothing to be sorry for. It was our honor, Brook, to have you living with us.”
A relationship Kiki is insanely jealous of…she gets herself embroiled with a dangerous motorcycle club involved in human trafficking.
“I’m not missing,” she spat.
“What?”
“Just because I don’t wanna talk to any of you doesn’t mean I’m missing. And if I don’t wanna talk to any of you, I certainly don’t wanna see you.”
I wasn’t angry or irate or pissed off. I was devastated.
Totally wrecked.
Not for me. For Letty, for Michael, but mostly for Tally. A mother who had cried herself to sleep. Worried endlessly. Tortured herself with thoughts of what was happening to her daughter.
“You ran away?”
“I’m a grown-a*s woman, Brook. I didn’t run away. I took a vacation.”
“A vacation?”
“I’m here to tell you to tell my parents to call off the search and leave me the f… alone.”
“Brooklyn’s not your go-between. You wanna cut ties with your family? As you said, you’re a grown woman. So act it and call them yourself.”
“Kiki shrugged. “Whatever. I’m not calling them. Tell them, don’t tell them, I don’t give a sh*t.”
Kiki was presumed to have been abducted. Instead, she’s been mixed up with the wrong crowd and spiralling out of control. Forcing her way into Brooklyn’s home she sprouts resentful accusations
“How can you be so hateful? What happened to you?”
“You happened, Brook. You. Everything was great. Then the perfect Brook moves in and I lose my sister and mom and dad. Everything’s about your parents dying and helping you. You and Letty against the world. Best friends. Mom and Dad shoved so far up your a*s they forget they have a real daughter. Me, not f-g you. Then Remington comes along and Mom and Dad are so happy to be grandparents they don’t even say sh*t about the colossal slut you are. Hell, you don’t even know who his father is, but they don’t care. They act like you’re the Virgin Mary birthing Jesus himself. What a f-g joke. You have a bastard child and you’re still f-g perfect.”
Letty “before he gets here, I need to know if I hate him or if I’m giving him a chance to prove he’s a good guy. I’m not asking for a full rundown right now, but I need to know if he was an a*shole to you and what his intentions are.”
“I’ve never seen someone in so much pain,” I whispered.
“Pain. He told me to be grateful I’d never know how badly it hurt to miss your boy coming into this world. Hearing his cry as he draws his first lungful of oxygen. I’ll never forget those words for as long as I live. He missed that, and it killed to see him in so much pain. He also told me he was a man of his word, and he was going to be in Remington’s life.”
Neither one forgot the other, Brooklyn’s is a romantic without time or inclination to date, she was pregnant and having sex with a man who was not the father of her baby was distasteful. Then after the pregnancy came a baby and learning to be a new mother, followed by raising a baby, working, and exhaustion. She wasn’t sure if she would’ve gone in search of another man when her heart belonged to Rhode…it’s unclear if Rhode was celibate or selective.